Wings of change

A bright little flower, lost its glow
Under the sunshine, in a fertile land
Two little butterflies, fluttered low
With patterns of their own, took a stand

Wondered in amaze, how flower drooped
Sprinkled their magic, with their wings
A dust of rainbow, slowly looped
Around the shrivelled posy in enchanted rings

Looking away from the earth, she bloomed
The Crimson Petals unfurled to face
With a freshness that overpowered the wound
Into another new garden in a heavenly place.